Evilmongers Poem by Sivaprasad Parackal
Evilmongers
Evilmongers
Not in the least am I surprised
At thy fresh looting adventures
For thou hold the sceptre of power
That makes thee gluttonous
Thou thieve, forge and torpedo
Rob and kill at will
Thou art the trumpeter of doomsday
Who manipulate and vandalise
Thou art the selfish inciter
Who sow the seeds of hatred
Appeasing the hunter and the hunted
Play thou the double game
In thy land of lawlessness
Words never meet deeds
And kickbacks decide fates
Blind lads shower thee with petals
Thou art the epitome of evils
All vices find haven in thee
Grinning at hapless souls
Thrive thee in scoundrels' last resort
A very powerful poem, indicting the corrupt (politicians) who indulge in white-collar looting. And sow the seeds of hatred among people with the sole intention of gaining power. Amazingly open and forthright. Top score and Myfav
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 6:02:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Part 2. Your lines " Thou art the selfish inciter / Who sow the seeds of hatred" reming me a Malayalam movie song " 'കാറ്റു വിതച്ചു കൊടുങ്കാറ്റു കൊയ്യുന്ന..'